Psycho III

There is no God!

Forgive me.

Give me a sign.

Help me.

Maureen. Maureen, where are you, dear?

Maureen, where are you?

Oh dear God. She's up there.

Maureen!

Stay where you are!

Oon't move!

Stay where you are.

- Come down!

There is no God!

Wretched girl, how dare you!

- Get away from me!

Please, Maureen. You mustn't.

You have an obligation to Him.

- I have nothing.

I am nothing.

- You can't. - No!

Wasn't your own sin red enough?

You'll burn in hell for this!

You'll burn in hell!

Maureen!

Want a ride? Or do you have

the Olympic torch in the suitcase?

Wouldn't want to lose ya.

Oon't worry.

I ain't born again or nothing.

I'll get this junk out of your way.

Jesus just come with it

when I bought her used.

I wanted to replace it

with a magnetic compass,

but you usually end up

going the wrong direction anyway.

That makes two of us.

- Yeah?

Water?

- Thank you.

Name's Ouane Ouke, by the way.

Friends just call me Ouke.

Put the suitcase in the back seat.

- Thank you.

Hey, watch the guitar!

- I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Just watch out. It's my life.

Going to LA to be a rock-n-roll star.

What about you? Where you going?

What were you doing back there?

- I...

Car trouble?

- Yes. I had car trouble.

What kind?

Ah, no car.

- No car? That's the worst kind.

Still don't know where you come from.

- So?

Are you my Father confessor?

- Jesus,

I was just asking! You act as if

I accused you of murder or something.

Hey, it's none of my business.

Play mystery lady if you want.

I don't care where you come from.

Could've fallen from the sky.

A little angel

just tumbled off her cloud.

Well, hold on angel,

I'll get you where you're going.

Get out of here!

Come on, baby.

You alright?

- Yes.

What are you doing? - It's as

far as we go in this sh*t, honey.

But it could rain all night.

- That's right.

Better get some sleep.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

You kind of slid over.

It's still raining.

Why did you do that?

- Why didn't you stop me?

I didn't have time.

- I'll give you another chance.

I'm not very good at this.

- You could have fooled me.

Please don't!

Oh, well, I guess

we got him a little excited.

Oon't!

No!

What's the problem, angel?

Get away from me!

Are you crazy? Get in here!

- Give me my suitcase.

Stupid b*tch!

You could've been coming

instead of going.

Are you really my mother?

- The name Spool means nothing to you?

No. Should it?

- It was Norma Bates' maiden name.

The woman you thought was

your mother was my sister.

She never mentioned me, did she?

- No.

You sure you won't have a sandwich?

Pardon?

Hi there.

Be right down.

Room?

I'd love one,

but I don't think I can afford it.

You should keep the register closed.

Somebody'll steal you blind.

Wouldn't get them very far.

- Business slow?

You're my first customer of the day.

Or did you just need directions?

I was actually interested in the sign.

But if business is bad...

No, it's not bad, just slow.

Well, 12 cabins, 12 vacancies...

We've been closed for a while.

Renovations.

But life's picking up along here.

Good prices, good service.

Things'll pick up.

I've got a rebuilt ice machine,

and 4 cabins booked for this week.

Fairvale High's Homecoming.

Big game against Central.

I'm rattling on.

Yes, there is a job. Interested?

In money? The only honest way

to get it is to earn it or inherit it.

And I don't have any rich relatives.

Got an application form?

Not necessary. My name is Norman,

Norman Bates.

What'ya been painting?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Step into the back while I clean up.

- Said the spider to the fly.

Local branch of the Audubon society?

- My hobby. Stuffing things.

Have a seat...

- Ouane Ouke. Just call me Ouke.

I can pay you 5 dollars an hour.

You'd work the desk,

make beds, clean up. Stuff like that.

Want some of these?

You'd be general assistant.

Work's not too hard,

and you'd have lots of free time.

I'm the manager,

so you'd be assistant manager.

You'd get a free room and work days.

I prefer the nights.

I've got to be honest, Norm.

- Norman.

I just want to make enough bucks

to get my car fixed and

build up a little stake for LA.

I'm a singer.

But I could fill in until you found

somebody permanent. I'm just not

staying too long.

No one ever does.

Your cabin's at the end.

Why don't you go unpack?

I need to get back to the house.

You live up there?

- Yeah.

Me and myself, alone.

You clear on the credit card machine?

- Yeah, I used to be a pump jockey.

The rooms cost...

- 20.95 single, 25.95 double.

I'll bring you a couple of burgers.

- Alright!

Still beats the hell out of me.

Just doesn't show up for work one day.

Thought you would've turned up

some clues by now, John.

Her apartment's all in order.

Oidn't say anything to her landlord.

You'd think she'd tell me

if she was going to take a month off.

Emma Spool

was as regular as clockwork.

I don't think she missed a day

in the? years I've owned this dump.

I hope that nothing's happened to her.

- You mean like Norman Bates?

Oidn't they work here together?

They say he likes older women.

Rumors and innuendo caused

that boy enough trouble.

What's your interest anyway?

- I drove from LA to see him.

Why? You another relative

of somebody he killed?

It's really not any of your business.

Keeping the peace is my business.

Then until I've broken some law,

lay off the third-degree, OK?

Can't you just leave

the poor slob alone?

What are you? His fan club?

- No, we believe in second chances.

What Norman did was a long time ago,

and he paid the price.

It depends on who you ask.

is paying the price, girly.

The guy's okay now.

When he worked here,

he was always on time and reliable.

A real Employee of the Month!

Go ahead and talk smart, lady.

He just wants to be left in peace.

Now look, Norman Bates has suffered

enough. Just leave him...

Afternoon, sheriff.

- ... alone.

Mrs. Oudley...

- What'll it be, Norman?

Chicken fried steak is good today.

Alright, and a glass of milk, please.

And a couple of burgers to go.

I'm warning you. I don't want trouble.

Then let go of my arm

or I'll holler police brutality.

Mind if I join you, Mr. Bates?

Tracy Vanderbilt.

Thanks, Myrna.

Coastal Reports?

- I write for them sometimes.

If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you

a few questions. - I mind.

Mr. Bates... - Norman.

- I'm writing on the insanity defense

and the rehabilitation

of mentally ill murderers.

Many people think

they can't be rehabilitated

and there shouldn't be

an insanity defense.

We hear the objections of the victims

and relatives, but the murderers,

who can't help themselves,

are victims too. What do you think?

If this lady's bothering you,

I'll have her leave.

Isn't your coffee break over, sheriff?

Anything else, Norman?

What do you think?

- About? - What we were just saying.

You were incarcerated for 20 years.

- 22.

Right.

For 22 years, you were locked away.

The state says you're sane.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes